tuesday (night)

First and foremost, three things:

ONE:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY CHARLIE!  We adore you little man, and we are so very thankful for your sweet self!  We love to be with you and play with you, cousin!  Have the happiest of birthdays you big ole 2 year old!

TWO:  In a moment of sheer over-productivity, I managed to post two blog posts yesterday.  (I am still shocked with myself)  It seems that the first one may have gotten lost in the shuffle somehow, so if you did not see the precious pictures and blog post about AnnaBug BananaBug, check it out here!

THREE:  I forgot to post these pictures of my precious giraffes!  Oh, I just love these wild animals of mine!

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And, onto tonight . . . well, we made it through most of the day without any major glitches . . . Anna has been so tired and sleepy seeming, so I was beginning to wonder if she was a little off and I realized she had a big ole fever around naptime.

 

I put her down after some Tylenol, and she woke up just screaming and sweating like a sweet little piglet.  My WONDERFUL neighbor (mother of the adorable puppy from the Halloween) willingly welcomed my boys into her home so I could head to the doctor to have Anna’s ears checked . . . my guess was that her left ear was still infected since she had a fever while on antibiotics.  And, I was right.  So, we marched over to the pharmacy to pick up our next prescription (I was having flashbacks of ear infection trauma from this past spring . . . )  When we got home, we were greeted by some adorable brothers and a tired Daddy, and after giving puny Sister a tiny dinner, we tried to give her her medicine.  For some reason, she was standing on the rug of the den with one of her Dad’s shoes in her hand . . . and, for some reason, this seemed to be a fine time to give her her medication . . . but, Sister does not like the way that this medicine tastes.  So she gagged.  And gagged some more.  And then she threw up.  Onto her Dad.  Onto our sofa (she hit the cushion that was not colored on by Sharpie—we are equal opportunity destroyers around here).  And, wait for it:  Into Hatch’s Shoe.  There was a combination of horror and laughing and more horror as she began to cry and cry.  William had to slink off of the sofa without getting messy himself, and this act alone threw him into a full blown panic.  William threw his chubby fingers into the air and covered his mouth in disgust and began weeping and screaming and bouncing up-and-down in terror:  “I GOT ANNA’S GERMS!  I GOT HER GERMS!  OH NO, I GOT ANNA’S GERMS!”  Meanwhile, Hudson (BLESS HIS HEART) has grabbed a towel and is trying to help us clean up the mess.  This child has a servant’s heart—he got that from his Daddy.  He is precious.  We cleaned Anna up . . . we calmed William down (I think he was genuinely terrified) . . . and, Hudson helped finish out the cleaning process.  We headed upstairs to get everyone ready for bed.  Anna’s temperature was 102.8, so we gave her some Tylenol and sleepily got her into her jammies.  We tried the medicine again, and same thing:  Gag, gag, and vomit.  We rushed her into the bathroom for a quick bath (bless her heart, she shivered the entire time) and then got more Tylenol in her and put her down.  I talked to the doctor and he told me that little ones who “do this” (ie:  gag and vomit on command) tend to really dislike augmentin.  So, we will try again tomorrow, and we will change up the medicine if needed.  (I have a feeling I know how my morning will go tomorrow.)

After Anna was in bed, I called to tell my mom about it.  She was concerned about everyone, but as I told her about Anna gagging and William freaking out about the germs, she began to laugh and said:  There are two of them, and they are both like you!  One refuses to take her medicine and throws up if you try to make her, and the other is worried and panicking that he is getting her germs.  Oh, WOW.

Thank you for the encouragement, Mom!  :)